Sorry, I came in late yesterday from an international flight, and I got up early today, but have been chasing things dropped 3 weeks ago, and so…
And so, not even at home. I am just back home, and sitting down to write something. It seems pointless to do a serious post at this point.
So — I found the remnants of my brother’s and my SF collection from when I was single. It has since dispersed to cousins and nephews, to my dad’s reading shelf (Heinlein) and my brother’s collection at his house.
What remains is the following, and I thought the pictures (and titles) would amuse you.